no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
On the Monday following Easter weekend, and upon Karl’s insistence, Ted went out for coffee and a talk. The old German parishioner had sensed that Ted was tired and a little discouraged. Perhaps a lot discouraged.
“Zo da message yestaday had been goot, ant hit all da main points. But vat’s up Ted? You sheem down.”
Ted really trusted this old fellow. There had been prayer vigils and many house visitations together. He was tired. He felt that so often the people of the church just needed to be weaned off his supply. Did they spend their own time and quiet moments in the means of Grace? Prayer. Scripture. Heartfelt discussion. And don’t forget simply waiting upon God for His input.
He felt that he would burst if he had to attend one more fellowship meal or social night.
Sometimes he would breeze by a broadcast of one of the American mega-churches on television. They had the numbers, the happy faces, the publishing and recording branches. But you know it was largely ear-tickling and he knew it.
Forget the infatuation with the do’s and dont’s of Christian Living. Let’s just draw closer to Jesus and His Gospels, and receive as if by absorption, His life, love and sense of mission to lost, hurting ones. When might the River flow with Ted’s bunch? And where were the youth? And where were the anxious new faces on any Sunday morning? And where the brokenness in the flock?
Ted really didn’t know where to begin, but he took a stab at it.
…Forty-five minutes later Karl put his withered old carpenter’s hand on the Pastor’s on the coffee table.
“Zo, mein friend. Rezolve dat it ishn’t up to you. No, you are not anybotty’s canal horse here. Ztay close to da Mashta. Shine. In da goot report tank God. In da bat report pray to God. Use da name ov Jesus mit joy and fear, often use it. Ant da people vill draw closer. Ant da people vill pick up da reins. Amen.”
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This is to you
Who suffer sorrows, pains and losses
Who struggle with afflictions in their many forms
Whose contours are molded outside of society’s norms
Seeming misfits who do not shirk nor hesitate when volunteers are sought
Who understand the price paid for what was bought
Take a step forward against a gale
Answer a call in a storm
Selflessly set sail
To those unhaunted by the past
In the “now”
You who are a living inspiration to others
You whom The Lord has favored
And whom the enemy cannot smother
You who show and boast in Jesus by your walk
How great the witness of those “forgiven”
Who continue on physically impaired
Yet only see and tell of the Love of The Lord
Without impairment in expressivity of gratitude
Who tell of God’s grace and mercy
How blessed are they?
On eagle’s wings…
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There was a young student in ministry who took a walk with Smith Wigglesworth. Smith was sporting a dashing new hat. He was a rather fancy dresser. They stopped on a bridge, leaning on the rail to discuss some point of scripture. The wind got hold of Smith’s hat and pitched it into the rapid waters. He had no immediate outcry. He turned to his young friend with a wry smile and said, “We’d best be getting back to the house. With all that lies before me over the next few days, I dare not catch cold.”
Calm. Prepared. Wise. Full of Bible. Full of Spirit-harvested compassion and power. This man’s legacy defies the usual impression of “Pentecostal”. So many have images of manifestation gone wild, of excitement, of raucous worship. That is not Pentecost. That is wishful thinking and flesh.
The calm of Galilee; the smile of the kindly…
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When I was a kid, I had a friend I’ll call “Bubba.” (There were no kids called Bubba where I grew up so I figure that’s a safe name to go with). Bubba was a high-maintenance friend that never called before coming over and always seemed to show up at my house when I was in the middle of doing something important, like watching Gilligan’s Island. He was hyper and never stopped jabbering on about stuff I wasn’t the least bit interested in. No matter how disinterested I acted, he would stay for hours and would even invite himself to dinner. To my immature and…
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